“Good night,” I said, reaching for the handle.
“Hold up, Lucy.” Sawyer’s hand grabbed mine. “I’ve been going back and forth the whole drive here on whether or not to say anything to you, but I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t.” He took the melting vat of sundae from me and set it on the backseat floor. “I know you like Jude, and maybe that’s in the past tense after tonight.”
That pit in my stomach returned, the ice cream be damned.
“Sawyer,” I began, wanting to stop him because I wasn’t sure I wanted to know everything that was Jude because then I might not have any excuses to stay with him.
“He’s not the right guy for you, Lucy,” he started, but something about the look I gave him or the anger starting to radiate off me stopped him.
“I’ll decide who is and who isn’t right for me, Sawyer,” I said, making another push for the door.
He didn’t let my hand go. “No, wait, don’t leave like this, Lucy,” he said, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I have no business telling you what to do or who to stay away from.”
Damn straight, my inner voice replied.
“But do me this one favor. Next time, if there is a next time, you see Ryder,” Sawyer paused, looking like he was fighting a battle he was about to lose, “ask him about Holly.”
That prickly feeling was my hackles standing on end. “Holly who?”
“That’s Jude’s history to tell you about, not mine.”
And women were supposed to be infuriating creatures? It was time for another census. “Then why did you bring her up?”
“Because you have a right to know what you’re getting into.”
I knew I had the right, but I wasn’t sure it was one I wanted to claim. There was nothing else to say. “Good night again,” I said, stepping out of the car. He let me go. “Thanks again for the ride.”
He grinned up at me. “Thanks for letting me give you a ride,” he said. “I’ll see you Monday?”
I slid into my sweater. “Unless the west coast falls into the ocean.”
“So, all natural, personal, and economical disasters aside, I’ll see you on Monday?” His boyish grin was making me smile, it was impossible to resist.
“Just get the hell out of here, Diamond,” I said, covering my smile as I shut the door.
Flipping a salute, Sawyer turned around in the driveway and waved as he pulled out.
I watched his car go until its tail lights were eaten up by the night, trying to decide how I felt about Sawyer. By appearance’s sake, he was a shoo-in for the young man of the year award, but something else, something I couldn’t yet pinpoint, made the hair on the back of my neck stand a bit on end when he was around. It was nothing more than an instinct, but it was something I couldn’t ignore.
Wondering why I was standing in the middle of the driveway contemplating anything about Sawyer Diamond at midnight, I gave my head one good clearing shake and turned to go inside.
One light still burnt in the living room. A wince was in full plumage when I opened the front door. Of course it would be mom, hunched over her desk at her laptop. Her shoulders lifted when the screen door closed behind me.
“Hey, mom,” I said, because the quicker I got this started, the quicker it could be over.
Swiveling in her chair, she removed her glasses and looked at me. Really looked at me, like she hadn’t seen me in years and was trying to memorize every line and plane of the seventeen-year-old Lucy.
“Was that a different boy who just dropped you off than the one that picked you up?” There was no anger, no ice in her voice, just wonder.
I nodded, sliding out of my heels and kicking them to the side.
“And the reason for that is . . .?”
I didn’t have an answer. Not for her, not even for me, but she waited.
“I don’t think I even know why yet,” I answered, looking up the stairs. I wanted nothing more than to throw on some pajamas and drown this whole night away with some sleep.
Mom bit her lip, doing that debating something face. “Did he hurt you?” she spit out, looking almost as scared of the question as she was of my answer.
Again, no easy answer for this, but I knew what she meant exactly. “Of course not,” I replied, heading towards the stairs.
“Lucy,” she said, standing.
“Mom, I know I’m in huge trouble,” I said, resting my hand on the banister. “I know I’m grounded until the day I turn eighteen for lying to you and running out tonight, but right now I just want to go to bed and forget tonight ever happened. Okay?” For the third time tonight, I felt close to tears. That was unacceptable.
“Okay,” she said, sitting back down, “but I meant what I said, Lucy. You can talk to me if you need to.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” I said, shuffling up the stairs.
“And Lucy?” she called after me. “You’re grounded all right, but only until the end of the week.”
For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom and I had just had a constructive conversation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I dreaded stepping foot into Southpointe’s halls Monday morning—what rumors had flared over the weekend, what truths were confirmed, and what new reputation would await me.
That might be the reason I stayed locked in the Mazda after I pulled into my parking space. I convinced myself I wasn’t cowering, just enjoying the last few songs of my new CD, but the fact I’d stuffed my black cat-eye sunglasses on and stayed hunched down seemed to be cowering at its best.
I knew the first bell was going to ring soon because the parking lot was mostly full of cars and empty of students, but I still couldn’t pry myself from the safety of my car. I’d prepped myself an entire day for this moment, stepping out in front of everyone who’d know what happened Saturday night, head high and confidence higher, but it wasn’t working.
Again contemplating the pros of home schooling, I started the car up again, concluding today qualified as a sick day. I couldn’t think of a time I’d felt more under the weather.
Checking my rearview, I put the Mazda in reverse, finding myself hoping to catch a glimpse of someone I shouldn’t. Then something flashed in my peripheral vision as a knock on my window followed.
There stood Sawyer Diamond, smiling at me like it was any Monday morning, holding a bouquet of flowers. He waved. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I rolled down my window. “Anywhere but here.”
“Reason being?” he asked, handing the flowers to me through the window. It was a mixed bouquet wrapped up with butcher paper and twine purchased at one of those fancy boutiques no doubt. They were beautiful, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept flowers from Sawyer or what accepting those flowers would mean.
“I’m contemplating shooting for the stars and becoming a high school drop-out,” I said, staring at the school. “I hear there’s a great beauty school downtown.”
Sawyer chuckled, leaning into my door. “There is, actually, but that’s for girls who get knocked up or can’t tell the back from the front of their pre-algebra book.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, gripping the steering wheel, trying to pretend a couple of girls rushing by us weren’t whispering to each other about me. It wasn’t easy given they threw at least four sideways glances my way before they were out of sight.
“Come on,” Sawyer said, leaning across my lap and snatching the keys right out of the ignition. “Time to get to class.”
“Give me those,” I ordered, trying to grab them out of his hands.
“You can have them back after sixth period,” he said calmly, pocketing them. From the gleam in his eyes, I couldn’t tell if he was more excited about the possibility of me reaching for them or about holding me hostage here all day.”